When reality overhelmed the world of unseen

This inner world of mine,
under the resting shadows
of my secret garden,
where the little purpple flowers
swings in the warm wind
and many birds sings a song
of deep sleep and slumber.
There
I have treasured my dreams,
like burning, living fire.
O why I was born here!
So much burden on my shoulder.
Nothing wrong I made - only
wrong and wrong-timed decisions
And for that -
I did not followed the voice
of my heart.
And when all the light is gone,
all light from my now dim eyes
and the fire of my heart
is colder as it has never been,
Then
the reality strikes and
all is gone like a hollow wind
blows my tree off its roots,
my birds are silent in my garden
and all the flowers are dead -
then
my inner world
all is gone, all has done.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand the poem dear Sarah.
"Then
the reality strikes and
all is gone like a hollow wind
blows my tree off its roots,
my birds are silent in my garden
and all the flowers are dead -
then
my inner world
all is gone, all has done."
When the world become silence and the earth sleep. A odd calmness. Thank you dear friend for sharing the powerful and worthwhile words.
Coyote

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

My many thanks to you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work and you are welcome dear Sarah.